Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Magnifique 2, artist - McEnroe
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Magnifique 2 |
If UGK’s in the headphones that means I ain’t secure |
I’ll be drunk on rap, could make you cry like The Cure |
Arms swinging |
While I’m walking, shit talking |
Slit your belly and tell you to quit gawking |
Rocking the free world in front of Captain Nonsense |
This ain’t conscious rap, it’s rap with a conscience |
I’ve been on the pen since Long Live The Kane |
This ain’t dead, the strong still rule the game |
You got to gain from one song, pay $ 1.25 |
You could’ve got two of our discs, seen us play live |
For the same price, we keep our game tight and affordable |
With real dope breath control, nice and audible |
Then chase the beat like a dog off the leash |
Like a clean cut guy trying to cop a piece |
Papa Pip preach about the ills of the police |
So we dump 'em in the trash like a press release |
Rest in peace to the rest of this beat |
Cause Mcenroe and I, we make an album complete |
P&C the elite, despite record sales |
And look real good like full record shelves |
This rebel yells spread across this Earth turning |
People discuss us in different languages, ears burning |
Earning respect |
Can you imagine how boring the rap scene would be without Peanuts & Corn |
Pip Skid c’est magnifique |
Mcenroe, il est un banging beat |
P&C keeps rolling like the King & I’s jeep |
While the rest of the world it will continue to sleep |
We be climbing ladder approaching this peak |
Leave your broken down like the stade olympique |
Had to just speak on a head who just reeks |
Played the back for so long, time to wet this beak |
Get a piece of your biz like I’m Don Fanucci |
Wearing bootleg suits like some fine Versace |
Dimes and hoochies think that I’m just goofy |
But there’s a line of newbies who can rhyme thanks to me |
Ready for prime time now finally |
Where to recognize so I can dine for free |
Less type stress it’s satisfying to me |
As I teach you life lessons in irony |
Dreams of hanging around on the French Rivera |
All came crashing down on the silliest of errors |
Ill for me to bare the brunt of the criticism |
You can front but I’m strapped with my cynicism |
Insane to view you with anything but disdain |
Who knew how many would identify with Pip’s pain |
Want to have a sound so a body finds this lane |
Didn’t hang around but they left behind a shit stain |
I’m on quest like a modern day Tin Tin |
Didn’t play your best so we sent you to the sin bin |
Know you tried to cheat but your homies got your peaked |
So we blast past you geeks like all the |